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  1. Andrea Pirlo went to Liverpool on a free after finishing at Juve in my current save. <edit> He's yet to make a single appearance and has been placed in the under 21's... Perhaps he's just a big Merseybeat fan.
  2. Yep, but Tim does have his journalism to focus on!
  3. Somewhere. In a galaxy far far away. 'Hi, what's your name?' 'My name is not important. What is your name?' 'I'm Captain Obvious.' 'Well, obvious, I need you to do something for me. I need you to help me with a project.' 'What does it involve?' 'You've got to write for me.' 'Writing? Sure. I know how to write. Will you help me?' 'No. I'm too busy. I'll pop in from time to time to help you, though.' 'Okay. When do we start?' 'Now. Well, soon. Ten minutes or so.' 'Great. I can't wait.'
  4. Tim update: Right, decided to tweak the profile a bit, Tim is still all-knowing but I felt I his coaching attributes should reflect the fact that he would know what he was doing when organising a .He still lacks the specialized skills of and goalkeeping coaching but I've given him a more balanced spread across tactical and with a couple of points thrown into attacking and defending.Instead of a continental pro licence he now has a continental A licence. Level of discipline drops from 11 to 6. Other than that his attributes remain the same.Oh, and a new rule. On January 1 of every year Tim has to transfer list players who are 28 years old and over. He has to accept offers that represent fair value in his opinion.
  5. Cheers, looking forward to seeing what I can achieve!
  6. Profile At Start Of Save Major Events Log xupdated Tim before starting game Ideas For More Realistic Tim (suggestions welcome)
  7. Game Info I initially said that player attribute masking would be off but I've now decided to have it on. Otherwise what's the point...
  8. No, I'm not starting another thread that ends up dying because I . I promise. No fluff here, it's just an idea to see what a manager based on Tim Vickery can achieve starting unemployed in South America.Here is the personal info. Now, the manager. Sunday league footballer to represent Tim's lack of a playing career but a continental pro licence so we can bias his attributes. The style focus is set to tactical manager. Obviously. His coaching attributes are tanked in some areas and are biased towards technical, mental and working with youngsters. Adaptability is as Tim has been living in Brazil since the 90's and is fluent in Portuguese and Spanish. Determination, motivating and man management are 1 because Tim is and has never before. Tim's knowledge is represented by player knowledge and youngster knowledge. Tim has good discipline.The Rules .If Tim gets sacked he has to go on holiday for at least three years without applying for any jobs as he takes his time to figure out what went wrong before starting again. Tim has to start in a new country if he gets sacked. If Tim wins a major trophy he must immediately resign. Tim cannot change clubs mid season and has to try to spend at least three seasons at a club. Tim cannot spend more than three seasons at a club. Tim has to start in the Brazilian third tier. The date is the 27th of April 2015. On January 1 of every year Tim has to place players aged 28 or over on the transfer list. He has to accept offers that represent fair value in his opinion. Goals
  9. ‘Jurgen, Jurgen, can you look this way, Jurgen?’ ‘Over here, Jurgen, over here!...’ ‘Jurgen, Jurgen…’ ‘Please, gentlemen, ladies, please, we need to get started. We’re going to have questions from a few of you and then we’ll be going to go aside for a separate session with the newspaper reporters. If we could please stop, I repeat, stop with the camera flashes. You’re here to meet the new manager, this isn’t a photo call.’ The media room at St George’s Park was bursting at the seams. A shocked throng of journalists were assembled for the opening chapter of what had the potential to be the most controversial England appointment of all time. The ability of the new manager wasn’t in question. Jurgen Klopp, 50, was undoubtedly one of Europe’s most highly regarded coaches. There was, however, an issue that was set to divide the opinion of the English public. His nationality. The FA’s press liaison officer had been preparing for a day like this all of his life. Jamie Cook, 27, had landed the job on merit after a few years of work in public relations. He tried to assert himself, speaking in a deliberately stern tone. ‘Okay, you, and then you. If I could just get you to say your name and your organisation before you ask your question, please.’ ‘Ollie Ross for Sky Sports. Jurgen, what made you want to take the job?’ ‘Well, Ollie, it’s a fantastic opportunity. The team proved itself with the win in France at the Euros under Hodgson, I want to take them one further. I really can’t say anything more than that. I want to win the World Cup.’ ‘Jurgen, with just five months to…’ ‘Name, please?’ Cook couldn’t stand it when journalists ignored his simple instructions. ‘Sorry, David Adams, BBC. With just five months to go before the World Cup what are you going to do to get to grips with the team?’ ‘Well, David, I’ve been watching a lot of football since I left Man United. I’ve got an idea of the players I want to take, but naturally I’ll sit down with the coaching set up and utilise their inside knowledge to help me get going.’ Cook was impressed with the way the German calmly batted away the questions. He was clearly a seasoned pro and took press conferences in his stride. For ten minutes he oozed charm, confidence and charisma. ‘Okay, we’ve really got to wrap this up now. We’ll have one more. You, over there.’ ‘David Smith, BT Sport. Jurgen, do you think your being German is going to be an issu…’ ‘I’m going to have to cut you off there, Tim. We’ve got to get going.’ ‘Cheeky sod,’ thought Cook. He had clearly spelled out in the invites that there were to be no questions along those lines. Klopp grinned as he rose from his chair and exited the room. He had the air of a man entirely content with his station in life.
  10. Cheers I've had a hard time deciding how I should approach the story as I've only recently started writing about FM and this particular universe sprang into life elsewhere. Have settled on a way of going about things now, though. Apologies to anybody who started reading this story with the stream of consciousness bit after the England bit, In future I won't be so indecisive.
  11. Right, I've decided to kill this thread. I enjoyed creating a fictional little Oxford media bubble but since my time at United is over I'm wanting to go in a different direction. Why, you ask? Well, I'm starting to get insanely attached to this save. It's the one. I generally have to go through two or three saves when I get a new copy of FM to find 'the one', this year it was a ten season Valencia save that was brilliant but got too easy and progressed too quickly for my liking, and my other thread here where I went all journeyman and flirted with the grand idea of completing the pentagon. Lost interest, sadly. This save, though, is it. If you're interested in how Seb is going to get on at Preston, and beyond, have a gander at the stories forum... Here, I'll even give you directions.... Eugh, plugging, I feel dirty. Due to the complex scientific laws governing the realm of Seb Morse's world and things like the space-time continuum (think Gary Sparrow in Goodnight Sweetheart) I can no longer update you on the progress of the save here. Or anywhere outside of the stories section of the site. Spoilers are bad, m'kay... It's completely different to my brief flirtation with story elements here, although the Soccer Saturday gives a hint at what I have in mind. A living, breathing football universe that will see Morse either rise to the top or have a series of hilarious misadventures. That tactic up above may well be one. Oh yeah, and Jurgen Klopp is a recurring character. If you like football podcasts and want to imagine listening to a World Cup Ramble detailing England's quest to build on their Euro 2016 triumph in Russia, a Football Weekly with James Richardson, Barry Glendenning and Raph Honigstein describing the end of the 2022 Premier League season or a World Football Phone-in with Tim Vickery casting his eye over all of the latest South American starlets emerging at the 2028 Olympics then it might be worth keeping an eye on. Be warned, some pods will be long Some will be short, though, the story only gets insanely in-depth when something that I deem interesting is happening. Due to the fact that I'm playing a game of football manager, this will invariably be when I'm either doing well or cocking up spectacularly. I'm still going to be active on this forum and will keep track of the threads that interest me, so I'm not disappearing on you. It's just Seb Morse. He bids you adieu.
  12. ‘I need you to explain, Seb. Why did you apply? Sheffield United? Did you really think they were going to hire you?’ ‘I was fed up with all of the pressure you’ve been putting me under. I just… I knew I didn’t really have a shot at it but I saw something in the Mail about you preparing to sack me if we got a bad result against Tranmere. Why are you briefing the press behind my back, Darryl? How am I supposed to have any standing with the lads if they’re reading stuff like that? I think you’re undermining me.’ ‘I’m shocked that you would even consider accusing me of that, Seb. That’s not how I operate. You’ve put us in a delicate situation. We’re not impressed with the way the team has been playing lately, you know that. We’ve been seriously thinking about…’ ‘Come on, Darryl, think of what we did last year. Think of how close we were to going up. I know things haven’t gone well but there’s still time to turn it around. If it wasn’t for Jordan’s injury we would have started a lot better. Wrighty as well, he’s the club captain and he’s been a big miss.’ ‘You can’t put it all down to injuries. Your tactics were all wrong at the start of the season. You’ve failed to control morale, we haven’t forgotten the row you had with Jakupovic, either.’ ‘You can’t beat me with that stick, it’s not my fault he kicked off. As for the tactics, I was trying to figure out a way of integrating McGlinchey into the team. I’d never played with a number ten before, it was always going to take time to…’ ‘The aggressive team talks, why do you insist on trying to scare the lads into submission when things aren’t going well? They do talk to me, you know.’ ‘Look, I’m the manager of this bloody football club. I’m not going to kowtow to you, I do things my way.’ ‘We’re going in circles, Seb. I’m just going to cut straight to the point. I know a man fairly high up at the Mail, he’s told me that the editor is rolling out a big inside scoop on Friday and it’s going to put the club in a bad light. They know that you applied for the Sheffield job. They’ve got sources, Seb, so many sources. If you sit down with Sarah and draft up an apology for your actions I’ll consider…’ ‘An apology? I’m not going to apologise because of a bloody article in the Mail that hasn’t even been published yet.’ ‘You’ve got no other option. If you don’t do it you’ll be clearing your stuff out of your office this afternoon.You really should go along with my plan, think of the damage to your reputation that another sacking here could do to your career.’ ‘Bugger this, you’re not sacking me again. I quit.’
  13. 'Arise, Sir Sebastian.' My whole life flashes before my eyes; childhood, adolescence, university, my first foray into coaching. Meeting Laura, getting married, the births of our children. My managerial achievements with Oxford United: a steady progression up the ladders of the Football League, back-to-back European Cups, a Premier League title. My World Cup win with England last summer in Australia finally set the wheels in motion for the ceremony now taking place. A knighthood for services to football is a richly deserved honour after all of the blood, sweat and tears that have gone into my career up to this point. Half an hour later I sit in a lavish drawing room at Buckingham Palace, talking to King William V. I say King William V but I know him as Will. It started formally at various functions and awards nights but we slowly grew close over the years, his role at the FA causing our paths to cross. I now consider him a friend, we sometimes holiday together abroad when his duties as monarch and mine as manager aren't demanding the bulk of our attention. We casually chat about our families. 'How's George getting on at Sandhurst? Has he decided on a regiment yet?' 'Come on, Seb, you know it's not up to him. He likes the pomp of the Horse Guards but I think he'll end up in infantry. Has Evelyn decided on what she wants to do next year yet after she finishes school?' 'She doesn't know, she's got her heart set on Oxford but I've told her to keep her options open. Truth be told I'd prefer to see her take a gap year before thinking about uni, she needs a bit of life experience. How's James getting on at Cambridge?' 'I worry about him, I really do. He's mixed in with a bad crowd and spends more time boozing than studying. I want to see him...' 'You're not exactly in a position to be too judgemental, Will! Come on, you know what it's like, getting blotto is all part of the experience.' 'Yeah, I guess you're right. I'd just like to see him have some of George's attitude, though, he's got his head screwed on.' The discussion turns to football. 'Why did you turn down the Bayern job? Surely you've achieved everything you set out to at United?' 'I'm just not interested in moving to Germany to work, I'm happy in Oxford.' 'A few years living in Bavaria would be just the ticket for me.' 'I've got nothing against Germany, me and Laura were over in Berlin just the other week for a bit of a break. It's just...' 'You're not sure if you'd adapt to it?' 'That's exactly it.' Two hours later, arrival at Kensington Palace. We decamp from the jet black Range Rover and make our way up the stairs. A royal protection officer greets us at the door, a burly, ex-Special Forces type. 'Good evening, your majesty.' William's inner sanctum is a far cry from Buckingham Palace, which seems stuck in a technological time warp. Nothing has really changed since the death of Queen Elizabeth. He rarely spends time there other than official functions and the like, preferring the modern comforts of KP. While Kate's away the lads will play, it's Aston Villa up against Swansea. The match is a dull affair, both teams failing to create chances. William and I switch off and start to talk politics, he can't stand the new Labour Prime Minister. 'Dad, can you help me with my homework?' Alexander, William's youngest son, enters the room. 'Sure, what are you stuck with?' 'It's Algebra, I just can't seem to get my head aroun...' 'Seb, do you mind?' 'Not at all, Will, I'm happy to just zone out for a while with the telly. It's been a long day.' 'Get yourself a beer if you want one.' Five minutes later I'm raiding William's fridge. A bottle of Fuller's beckons me. I quickly cobble together a sandwich and head back to the lounge. 'And it's still 0-0 here at Villa Park, Nigel Pearson's side are struggling to break down a solid Swansea defence. What do you think the manager needs to change at half time, Gary?' 'Well, Steve, they really need to bring on another striker and change the pace of atta...' I'm not interested in seeing how this pans out. Up, down, up, up, down, I flick through channels in search of something which will pique my interest. Oh, look, it's Countdown. Why do I have a bit of a thing for Susie Dent? I start to feel tired, the day has taken its toll. I struggle to keep my eyelids open. Hmm, that couch looks comfortable... Seb... Seb... wake up, Seb. 'They're playing like a team of stampeding tigers, Jeff! Oxford are looking good to clinch the playoff spot here, Colchester aren't at the races at all.' The blaring television wakes me up from my slumber. It's vintage Soccer Saturday. Will must have put a dvd on, he's a bit of an anorak and collects hundreds of old matches no matter the division. He knows a chap at the beeb who can source anything, Copa Libertadores finals, league matches from the Serbian third tier, cup finals from Gibraltar. 'It's a penalty, Jeff, it's a penalty! Oxford United have a chance to... and yes, Jordan Graham scores! Oxford are through to the League 2 play-offs on the final day of the season. Incredible scenes here at Colchester!' I doze off again... Seb... Seb... 'Why did they sack me, Seb, why?' Huh? I turn to my head to see Jurgen Klopp walking into the room. He takes a seat in the recliner beside me. 'Jurgen, what are you doing here?' 'Glazer just sacked me, it's ridiculous, we dominated the final but we just couldn't break Arsenal down.' 'What do you think went wrong?' 'It's hard to say, Falcao had his chances but he just couldn't get the better of Mertesacker. I've got to hold my hands up, Ranieri got the better of me on the day...' 'For God's sake Sebastian, wake up!' 'Huh, Laura?' 'It's nine o'clock, you're going to be late for training if you don't get your miserable arse out of bed.' 'Bollocks, why didn't you wake me earlier?' 'I tried but you were out like a light. Then you started sleep-talking, you were mumbling about Prince William for ages, then it was some bloke called Jurgen.' I immediately regretted the heavy night of drinking, I had twenty minutes to try to recover before I set out on my almost daily ritual of a bus ride from Laura's flat to the Oxford Rover Sports & Social Club. A quick shower. Two pieces of toast. As I'm about to go out the door I stop to grab my tattered old Barbour jacket. It looks like rain today. 'Seb, you've really got to stop with these nights out on the town. I know you're cut up about Wembley but you've got to get over it.' 'I'm sorry, love, it's just... look, I've not got time to chat right now. We'll talk later.'
  14. Right, accepted an offer of a two-year contract to take over at Preston North End. It's time to make the step up to League 1! Here's the situation the club finds itself in after my four matches in charge, a 4-1 loss in the FA Cup 4th Round away to Burnley, a 5-2 loss away to Wycombe, a 0-0 draw at home against Chesterfield and a 3-2 win in a snowy match away at Scunthorpe. It's time for a good old-fashioned relegation dogfight! This is the system I've developed over the four years of the save, It sprang into life at Bromley and has undergone various changes but it's generally been what has worked well for me. Whenever I've deviated my teams have tended to start playing badly. It's a fairly basic tactic, the team plays high tempo, direct and generally sticks to a structure. I'm thinking of trying something different at Preston, new club, new start. After looking over my new players I think they're capable of a more flexible possession based tactic that gives the creative types more freedom and is geared around patient build up and short passing. Control as the default strategy. I'm also going to start using a more limited back four. edit: So, this is what I've come up with. My back four are all on the most basic roles possible apart from my left back who will help out in central midfield as an inverted wingback. Another body in the centre of the park when we're going forward, another passing option. I've got a DM and a basic CM as my central pivot. A wide playmaker sits on the left and will be a big part of our attacking play. On the right flank the 'space investigator' does whatever the hell he wants and I live the results. My most advanced striker has a support role and will look to bring the SS, my main central scoring threat, into play. I'm using a sweeper keeper set to attack, when I arrived at the club we had two mediocre keepers so I hit the market and bought Brentford's Jake Keen. Looks decent enough, I only had to part with three thousand pounds for him! Watch this space, it could all go spectacularly wrong and I could end up on the scrapheap yet again or we can turn our form around and save ourselves from the drop. Fingers crossed, I want to stay at PNE for a long time yet.
  15. I'm not sorry, I'm enjoying the save immensely! I have 'adaptability 1' and am not sure how it will impact my chances of landing a good job overseas. That said I do have the second divisions loaded in Germany, Italy and Spain so the option is always there but probably won't be something I'll look to explore until well into the future.
  16. I've no desire to take charge of Swindon, I haven't really been picky as I don't think my manager is at a career stage to turn an offer like Preston North End down. If I ever did go down the 'show Oxford United what they're missing' route then I'd go to Oxford City.
  17. We went on to beat Accrington in the play-off semi, it was then Exeter at Wembley for a place in League 1. From Sunday league and no coaching badges, a sacking at Oxford, promotion with Bromley and a short spell at Grimsby to Wembley in front of over 50,000. It’d been an eventful few years in the fledgling career of my manager. A cagey affair ended 0-0 and it went down to penalties. 1-1, 2-2, 3-3, 4-4, 5-5… then they miss. Oxford-born one-club man (okay he’s only early 20’s but I’m claiming it) Callum O’Dowda is a penalty away from sending us up. He fires wide. They score. Gary Gardner needs to score to keep us in it. He hits the crossbar. Heartbreak. Second season turned out to be pretty disastrous, board came down on me hard as my form wasn’t impressive. I tried to implement a new formation to suit my new AMC acquisition McGlinchey but the squad huffed and puffed after a few bad results. Morale tanked, I had a row with my volatile Bosnian journeyman keeper and the board gave me an ultimatum to improve squad harmony. De ja ****ing vu, I had been sacked a few months into my first spell at Oxford at the start of the game due to squad harmony. I reverted to my asymmetric 4-3-3 that had fired us into the playoffs the season before. Jack Barmby rescued my arse from the fire, I’d got him and Grant Holt in on free deals to replace Ebanks-Blake up front. He tore it up in a few matches and scored some important goals as we went on a run of 5 wins in a row including a JPT victory against League 1 Portsmouth. We went on to beat Franchise MK, another League 1 side, 3-0 to reach the JPT south final. Two wins away from a Wembley cup final. Things then went south again, form dipped and the board eventually summoned me to answer after a poor result. I blamed the players, they accepted my reasoning but after a run of three loss in a row, the last to Paul Ince’s Plymouth, they issued me with another ultimatum. 10 points in five games. I got them to lower it to 8. We got a 0-0 draw against Cambridge and then hammered Barnet 5-2. We need a draw and a win from three games. Next up it’s Tranmere who are a point off the top of the table in 2nd. I wrote the match off. The board, however, decided it was time to prepare the ground for my exit by announcing that a bad result against Tranmere could see me sacked. I was livid, they set me a target to beat and I was confident of doing so, they were now threatening to sack me if things didn’t work out against one of the best sides in the league. We managed to draw, 1-1, and now needed a win from two to meet the ultimatum. I was still seething over the board’s behaviour, though, and in a moment of madness I decided to apply for the vacant Sheffield United job in the Championship when a news item popped up in my inbox straight after the Tranmere game announcing Graham Alexander’s departure to take over Derby. Bollocks, what had I done. I knew full well I didn’t have much hope of getting the role at Bramall Lane but was pleasantly surprised to see a news item saying that I was considered to have an outside chance. A couple of years ago I had been laughed off when applying for jobs at clubs in the relegation zone in League 2. Clearly my managerial stock in the world had risen, I was chuffed. I didn’t get the interview, of course. A day later the board gave me an ultimatum. Issue a grovelling apology and hope that we don’t sack you or resign with your reputation intact… in case we sack you. An easy decision to make given that my job security was about as stable as the Greek economy, getting sacked for a second time at Oxford simply wasn’t an option. I resigned. What next? Well, if a club as big as Sheffield United aren’t having a fit of laughter when my CV arrives at their boardroom it’s clearly time to set my sights a little higher than League Two. In League One the Preston North End job is available, the club finished last season in eighth and only narrowly missed out on the play-off spots. I had one of my favourite ever FM saves with Preston on FM13, leading the club to back-to-back promotions (the only time I’ve ever achieved the feat) and slowly building them into a European force, eventually winning several Premiership titles, a few European Cups and seeing the club build the impressive ‘McKee Park,’ which after expansion turned into a 70,000+ seater behemoth that was truly the grandest stage in the country north of Manchester. Argentine Augustin Barale, a modern-day Batistuta snapped up for a mere five million pounds from River Plate, regularly hit over 40 goals a season and was one of my favourite FM regens of all time. (*of all time…*) There’s that, or I could pass up the opportunity and gamble on the Portsmouth job becoming available. The club sacked the manager that oversaw their relegation from the Championship and Colin Lee’s position is very insecure. They’re just shy of the play-off places and if I managed to get the job I should be able to lead them up into the championship (it’s mid January atm). They have half a star more reputation than Preston, though, and I’m not sure if my regional rep and National B license will be enough to get me the job. Do I risk missing out on a chance to relive an old favourite for the sake of an easy path to the Championship with Pompey? What would you do, in my shoes?
  18. Imagination, a footy manager's best friend! Solid first season.
  19. In my current save I've just seen Everton relegated, not a shock you might say but it's only 2017.
  20. United Cap Superb Turnaround With Playoff Spot Oxford United have a shot at promotion after finishing 6th on the final day of the League 2 season. The club went into their match away to Colchester following a poor run of three consecutive 1-1 draws and it looked as if the hopes of the fans would be dashed at the last minute. The football gods had something else in store, though, as Plymouth and Burton both lost and relinquished 6th and 7th in the table. Hartlepool went from 9th at the start of the day to 7th whilst United went moved up from 8th to 6th. United will now play a two-legged semi-final against Accrington Stanley with the first leg at home scheduled for this coming Friday. Tickets go on sale at mid-day tomorrow, the club expecting its biggest crowd at the Kassam Stadium in years. Evelyn Greene for the Oxford Mail. Thrills And Spills As U's March On To Play-Off Semi, Next Stop Wembley Here at Rage On towers we are absolutely gob smacked by the overturn in form engineered by Sebastian Morse since his arrival at the club back in February. The team is playing with confidence and whatever happens now U's fans can be justly proud of the effort put in at the tail end of the season. Imagine where we'd be right now if the board had stuck with Megson, it doesn't bear thinking about. We've gone from staring down the barrel of relegation to being two matches away from a spot at Wembley, Morse deserves all of the praise being lavished upon him by the local media. Our win was even mentioned on the Guardian's Football Weekly podcast, James Richardson commenting that the club would probably already be in League 2 if Morse hadn't of been sacked back in 2014. No matter, it's all in the past. All that matters now is the future, hopefully a bright one. Credit to Sky Sports for sending Chris Kamara to the game, I was unable to get a ticket for the Oxford end and didn't fancy pretending to be a Colchester fan so I had to watch Soccer Saturday at home. The moment when Jordan Graham struck home that penalty was something special, someone uploaded the footage of Kamara on the internet and I urge U's fans to download it for posterity. Both of the Accrington matches will be televised so anyone unable to get a ticket for the Kassam will at least be able to see the game live. Accrington Stanley, who are they? Bring 'em on! Robbie Hobson, Editor, Rage On + Rage Online Oxford United Fixtures: March/April
  21. 4.02pm ...and that, Jeff, is why I believe Jurgen Klopp shouldn't be sacked at Man United. Thank you for your thoughts, Sir Alex. Now then, we're all set for action as the teams resume play. 4.16pm It's a red card, it's a red card! What's happening at White Hart Lane, Phil? Saphir Taider just got his marching orders after he clattered Coutinho. It looked a horrible tackle Jeff, really nasty. Spurs are down to ten men. Interesting developments. Now let's cross over to Chris Kamara in Colchester, what's happening Chris? ... Chris?... Chris... Sorry Jeff, I was just watching the Oxford captain make a superb tackle deep in his own half. Oxford have started the second half well and... hold on Jeff, Oxford might have a chance here. Graham is going down the... Graham beats his man... Graham... Graham... oh and he's been tackled in the box! I thought Oxford had a real chance there Jeff. Can you describe the move to us? Well Jeff, Graham picked up the ball around the halfway mark before... hang on Jeff, I think Oxford have been given a penalty here. Have they? Yes, Jeff, it's a penalty! *laughter in studio* Come on Chris, how could you miss that? I don't know Jeff, I was busy talking to you. It's definitely been given though, it looks like Graham is going to step up and take it. If Oxford score here they're up into the playoff spots, I wonder if Morse told his players of the situation at half time or just let them concentrate on winning the match? I don't know Jeff, I wasn't there, but he's standing on the edge of the technical area now. Imagine the nerves he must be feeling. Graham steps up... it's in! It's in Jeff! Oxford go ahead! Celtic have scored here, Jeff. What happened? Armstrong made a solid run from deep with the ball, he laid it off to Brown and then continued advancing. Brown held the play up, spotted Armstrong ahead of him and found him with a killer through ball. It was an easy finish but the move itself was lovely, the boy's done well. 4.28pm There's been another goal in Colchester, fill us in Chris. It was Quinn for Oxford a couple of minutes ago. Oxford had a throw-in deep in the Colchester half, the ball ended up with centre mid Gardner. He dribbled up to the edge of the box and then stopped, turning to pass the ball back to Quinn who was lurking on the edge of the area. Quinn took a touch and then boom, the ball thundered home into the top left corner. A great goal Jeff, pop bang lovely. 4.35pm Celtic are looking dangerous here, Brown has the ball and... ooh, he shot but hit the ba... the rebound falls to Armstrong... and it's a goal. The boy hit it on the volley Jeff, Celtic are 2-1 up. There's been another goal at the Reebok. Have Portsmouth managed to rally, Iain? They haven't Jeff, no. Bolton went 2-0 up from the penalty spot a little while ago. The Portsmouth fans might as well have stayed home today, there's been no fight from the team. We've got Bianca at Burton now, are Plymouth looking likely to make a comeback? No, Jeff, they look dead and buried out there. Ince is on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, he doesn't seem to know what's gone wrong for his team tod... It's a penalty! It's a penalty Jeff! Sturridge has won a penalty for Liverpool but it looks as if he may have dived. Sorry Bianca, something has just happened at White Hart Lane. Fill us in, Phil. Sturridge darted into the box from the left, Fazio was in his path and he decided to try his luck. There was a slight bit of contact but not enough to bring him down. It will be Sturridge to take the penalty... yep, he's scored. Liverpool equalise. Potential controversy in the fight for the Champions League spots, then. Indeed, Jeff, I can't help feeling sorry for the Spurs fans. 4.41pm ...and in League 1 Fleetwood are going down on goal difference unless they can conjure up a miracle, they're losing 2-0 at Oldh... Danny Welbeck is through on goal here! He's only got the keeper to beat... oh, how did Howard mange that? Tim Howard with a fingertip save to prevent Welbeck from making it 2-0! Arsenal are dominant here Jeff, they're pushing up for the corner. Walcott to take it... the ball is in the air... Welbeck! Goal! Welbeck with a fantastic header, it's all over at Goodison. It looks like Everton are doomed to relegation, Matt. They don't have many games left to turn things around. 4.49pm Liverpool are on the attack here, Sturridge is through on goal and... yes, he's done it! Goaaaal! Daniel Sturridge nets what will surely be the winner with so little time remaining. 4.53pm We've got Tony on the line at Hartlepool. Come on Tony, make me the happiest man in the studio. Well Jeff, the final whistle has gone and Hartlepool run out 2-0 winne... Yeeeeeeeesssss! Yes Yes Yes! Come on you Pools! What a fantastic result. Next stop, Wembley! Come on! Don't get too far ahead of yourself Jeff, there's still a semi-final to get through. 4.56pm It's full time here Jeff, Barnet 2 Plymouth 0. Thanks Bianca. What's happening in Colchester, Chris? The match is winding down Jeff, Oxford have spent the last ten minutes sitting back and controlling possession. They're passing the ball around in midfield and... yes Jeff, there's the final whistle. United have beaten Colchester by 2 goals to 0. Incredible scenes in the Oxford end as the travelling fans celebrate like mad, it's like a sea of yellow. Or a desert. Back to you Jeff. 5.15pm In the Premier League Arsenal get an important win as they chase their first Premier League title since 2004. Everton suffer another blow as they look more certain to drop into the Championship, whilst Liverpool get crucial points from Spurs in the race for the Champions League. In the Championship it's misery for Portsmouth as the club is relegated. Despite their loss Charlton manage to stay up by just a single point. In League 1 Birmingham have sealed automatic promotion, Shrewsbury, Blackpool, Yeovil and Barnsley will contest the play-offs. At the other end of the table Tranmere, Fleetwood and Bury are all gone as Stevenage stay up on goal difference. Down in League 2 the two teams occupying 6th and 7th at the start of the day now sit 8th and 9th, incredible scenes as the mighty Hartlepool and a resurgent Oxford United make it into the play-offs on the final day of the season. In Scotland the gap at the top remains 2 points, Partick Thistle aren't out of the race but will need to rebound from their loss to Celtic as the season has just three games to go. From all the team here at Soccer Saturday I wish you a good evening. We'll leave you with Alan Lambourn reading the classified results Blackburn Rovers, two, Queens Park Rangers, nill. Chelsea, three, Burnley, two. Fulham, nill, Reading...
  22. Gold medalist! Nice work. I've never won the Olympics in FM, I even once managed to lose in the semis with Spain.
  23. Some good additions there, hopefully they fire you promotion this time around. What are your ambitions for H&W long term? Would a job offer from the Conference tempt you to jump ship or are you keen to finish what you've started and get the club up?
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